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One of Eli Whitney’s earliest inventions, the zombine, a horse-drawn, combine-type machine capable of finding and killing zombies, quickly became obsolete due to its history of frequent breakdowns while in service—i.e., the zombies kept eating the horses.
A nun walked into a bar with a duck tucked underneath her arm, she saddled up to the bar and nodded at the horse trying to look nonchalant while tossing back rye shots and smoking a Swisher Sweet.
Ira Goldman, the wild west’s first gynecologist, rode into town on a horse with funny stirrups.
Trust me, the bloated belly of a dead horse isn’t as bouncy as you might think.
You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him buy a quality timepiece at a discount price just by spamming his email account, and you certainly can’t make him click on a link that promises a bigger penis because, well, for starters, horses are smarter than that, and secondly, he’s a horse, if you know what I mean.
Cratos went flying through the air, attached to blades which were severed into the claws of a water horse, which Posiden was riding.
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